Your head buried in your work as your friend, who was known as the German Guy, checked his clock. Looking back at you with narrowed eyes.

“Have you always lacked urgency and accountability?” He asked, his german accent heavy whenever he spoke out loud.

“The bread you baked me was fine.” He crossed his arms, he had a habit of randomly switching topics.

“You remind me of my grand-mother.” His tone stern as usual, but his eyes spoke otherwise.